[COLD OPEN…]
[SCREENBAR: EARLIER THIS AFTERNOON]
(Outdoors, while the crew members were working diligently to get the ring set up, Tyrone Montgomery stands before the rest of the Dynasty roster. Many, if not all of them, have signs of bruising, welts and cuts that have only just healed. Frankly, they look tired—and annoyed. Still, they’re all seated, and they look on with as much feigned interest as they can muster while the general manager speaks.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Well, good afternoon, everyone. I can, uh, see you guys aren’t exactly in the best of moods, so I’ll keep this meeting brief, especially when we have a whole show to get through.
(He clasps his hands together. Then, a sigh leaves.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Truthfully, I’m doing the best I can to not be too upset, but I have to admit: what happened at Territorial Invasion was simply not good. To say I am disappointed would be an understatement.
(Chris Elite rolls his eyes but has a downward glance while doing so. KASAI, being a few rows behind him, has a deep scowl. Brianna Hill sighs, and Daryl Kinkade is all but nonchalant.)
(Neither Effy McAvoy or Ahren Fournier are in attendance.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Still, there was at least some good that came out of it, and I do wish to highlight them. First off, congratulations to AKIZA for winning Divide and Conquer. Many Elitists who have gone on to be world champions or even hall of famers won that match and it is not a feat given the inquiry stipulations attached. Additionally, congrats to Delaney Rhodes for becoming the number one contender to the Specialists Championship, and Winona Hendrickson for becoming the number one contender to the New Breed Championship. Both of you worked hard and your effort brought you to your respective wins.
(Delaney and Winona both smile and nod, genuinely appreciative of the shout out. However, Kassidy Heart lets out a small scoff, murmuring something undetectable. Anna Wautier gives a side glance to Winona.)
Tyrone Montgomery: And on that note…
(Tyrone pinches the bridge of his nose.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Honestly? I still don’t even know where the hell to begin. I really expected better when it came to War Games and especially Brand Warfare considering we were the defending winners of that match, but instead, not only did Voltage win both bouts but they get to brag about going back-to-back in their own right. So, yet again, Voltage gets to have fun with another Territorial Invasion performance. Doesn’t even help that Chris and Daryl decided to leave Effy high and dry.
(Both men immediately perk up.)
Daryl Kinkade: Really? Are you joking bruv? You knew what you were doing when you put us together on a team. Maybe you should’ve done what Voltage did at least and, gee, I don’t know, allow the brand captain to select the participants?
Chris Elite: Word, but also, y’all be putting me in that match too many times lol. I’m #tired.
Tyrone Montgomery: :mjlol: !! Maybe because with your veteran experiences and the obvious idea that you two possibly wanted to redeem yourselves I selected you? But either way, your issues with Effy should’ve been curbed to the side. Territorial Invasion is the one out where—
Chris Elite: Alright, now you’re dick eating, damn. We all know what the show is supposed to be about but let’s also be real here: it doesn’t matter AT ALL for the rest of the season. Fuck I look like getting a pair of pom poms together and going “omg guys!! let’s work together!! i’m super excited for brand supremacy! gooooo dynasty!!! 😁😁😁
Brianna Hill:
KASAI: Hmph. How childish. You are a disgrace to this brand, and you failed it, along with Daryl. You selfish decisions costed us.
Daryl Kinkade: Oh, fuck off. Seriously. You were the one who wanted to come on in like a bloody hot shot and acted like you could command any of us.
Chris Elite: Careful, she gonna talk about how she a matriarch and she knows shit better than us.
KASAI: Well, yes, that is precisely what a captain and a matriarch is supposed to do. Thank you for that, Chris.
(KASAI then gets up, straighten out her coat.)
KASAI: But, I will not sully myself by wasting time arguing with you two man children. At least I can say I tired to give my all for that match and the role I earned. Brianna, too.
(Brianna almost looks surprised, but before she can say anything, KASAI is already leaving.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Alright, I didn’t say you could leave.
KASAI: Excuse me? I do not need your permission, Mr. Montgomery. Besides, this is for your own good. It would be a shame if I were to ruin the meeting because two knuckleheads who, now that I think about it, are within the same age bracket as me but wish to act as if they are in the first grade.
(KASAI departs. Tyrone presses both of his hands to his face.)
(King Sulyvahn mutters to himself.)
King Sulyvahn IV: Wow. Didn’t expect this much commotion already…
(But Kassidy Heart, who is seated right behind him, perks up.)
Kassidy Heart: What was that?
(A few surrounding Elitists turn to her and Sulyvahn, who raises a brow, genuinely confused.)
King Sulyvahn IV: Hm?
Kassidy Heart: Hm?? Don’t play fucking dumb; go ahead and speak up, since if we’re comparing shit to a classroom,it’s clear you’re the favored class president.
Tyrone Montgomery: Favored?
Kassidy Heart: Oh, so now you’re both trying to be stupid? Come on. It’s honestly embarrassing the newer talents are picking up on it. I mean, it’s just stupid, really, and I’m tired. The others are tired too but no one wants to truly speak up and say anything.
Harper Lee: Oh, here she goes again…
Kassidy Heart: I’m sorry, am I saying anything wrong here, Harper? Or do you mean to tell me you still want to talk about people being favored when I just beat you last weekend?m
Harper Lee: Okay, you had your win. I’m still not going to take back what I said, though. 🤷🏼♀️
Kassidy Heart:Of course you’re not, because you too damn stubborn for your own good.
Tyrone Montgomery: Hey! Let’s not do this, yeah?
King Sulyvahn IV: My apologies, Mr. Montgomery. I didn’t think a simple comment would get her into an uproar—especially when it had nothing to do with her.
Venus de Martin: 🤭
Kassidy Heart: I would watch my mouth if I were you because you had your chance to actually win your match, but instead, you went right from facing Drake King for the world title to getting done up by some wall street bitch who barely even learned how to hit the ropes months ago.
(Kendall Von doesn’t respond because she’s too consumed on her phone trading stocks.)
King Sulyvahn IV: Wow. Do you demean all of your fellow talent in this manner?
Kassidy Heart: Only the ones who haven’t earned shit. I don’t care who you are or what forced stupid family you come from; I actually paid my dues here and worked for years to get to this point. Definitely took me a while before I even had to have my first world title match, but you and Venus and Hanko and whoever else get to come in with all of the fanfare and think that makes you worthy of being in elite company?
Venus de Martin: Now why the hell am I in it?!
Hanako Nanami: I can ask the same thing.
Harper Lee: 🥱🥱🥱
(Then, another person stands up.)
BRAE: Alright, I think that’s enough. Everyone is feeling raw, but Kassidy, you can be better than this. We needn’t go this far…
Kassidy Heart: Oh, so what, you think you can tell me what to do? Huh. Maybe if you had this energy as team captain you, Cy and that deadweight over there could’ve won!
(That gets Kirk to whip his head around.)
Kirk Redwood: Wanna repeat that?
Kassidy Heart: You heard me.
(Cy noticeably doesn’t say anything. Instead, he sighs, gets up and walks away.)
Tyrone Montgomery: What is going on?! Can ALL of you stop the bickering, I am trying to speak—
Kirk Redwood: Oh, stop. Seriously. None of us are in the mood for this. You wanna bemoan us about our performance but then want to play peacemaker? Fuck outta here.
(Kirk shoots up, storming off. A few more talent do the same, muttering amongst themselves. Tyrone, of course, is not happy.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Wow. Wow. So, that’s it? You guys are you to not only disrespect me but each other? On MY brand?! I think you all are forgetting who is in charge here.
(Kassidy scoffs and walks off herself. More Elitists get up, with the only ones left being BRAE, Anna, Winona, Kendall, Delaney, TFK, Haruka, King Sulyvahn, Venus and Hanako.)
(Tyrone bows his head.)
Tyrone Montgomery: … sorry about that, I guess.
(The others look a bit uncomfortable but they’re still seated, doing their best to remain respectful of the general manager.)
Anna Wautier: I… do not wish to be what people consider to be a suck up, but you have been doing your best.
Delaney Rhodes: Yeah. You’ve been nothing but kind to me since I came. Just, try not to take it all to heart.
Venus de Martin: It’s a little crazy here, I can’t lie, but I’m still excited to be. No hating bitches or people who wanna be insecure are ever gonna change that.
Tyrone Montgomery: Right. Right. Well, thanks.
(Scratching the back of his head, Tyrone glances back, watching the talent who did walk off disappear into the nearby building.)
Tyrone Montgomery: … well, no sense in you guys staying. Go ahead and get ready for the show.
(The others nod, gathering any belongings and getting ready to make their way out. BRAE especially looks a bit conflicted, but he decides to follow suit. Everyone leaves, trying to bring their heads to a different place…)
(…)
(…Except for Kendall.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Uh, Kendall?
(She lifts a finger.)
Kendall Von: Sorry, let me just finish this… aaaaand…
(A press of the finger later, and she’s smiling wide.)
Kendall Von: Yes! Got it.
(She snickers then slots the phone away, looking up at Tyrone.)
Kendall Von: Yes?
Tyrone Montgomery: …
(He frowns. Kendall blinks in confusion then looks around, realizing that the meeting has been adjourned.)
Kendall Von: Oh. Guess I got too carried away!
Tyrone Montgomery: Yeah, it’s—it’s fine. But later on, do stop by at my office, please.
(Kendall nods, slinging her purse daintily along her forearm and walks out.)
(…)
(Tyrone slumps into his chair.)
Tyrone Montgomery: … why is everything going so wrong for us lately?
(The scene fades.)
(EAW intro plays.)
(Friday Night Dynasty intro plays. After a recap of Territorial Invasion and the results from it, the shot pans over to the open space of the rodeo arena, where the Mexican fans are excited as can be. A smaller set of pyro lights up, but the red carries on into the sky all the same. Once the shot transitions to the commentary team, however, it is notable that Stew-O, Flannery McCoy and Jake Mercer are still attempting to digest what they saw.)
(Realizing the cameras are on them, all three quickly straighten up.)
Stew-O: Good evening, EAW Universe! We have left the battlefield and now, we are approaching a house—made of glass, of course, as we are now on the road towards our premiere MLE event of October: House of Glass! I am Stew-O, and as always, I am here with my colleagues in Jake Mercer and Flannery McCoy.
Jake Mercer: Well, Territorial Invasion could’ve gone a bit better for us, admittedly, but some of our girls did bring home some wins! Anna Wautier is still your New Breed Champion, Winona Hendrickson stamped herself as next in line to challenge her for said title, Delaney Rhodes is the NEW number one contender for the Specialists Championship, and AKIZA won Divide and Conquer! Not too shabby.
Flannery McCoy: Certainly not. Our Elitists did their best, but by the time Brand Warfare and War Games came… things just weren’t able to click for a myriad of reasons. Still, we move onward, and I am sure our talent are just ready to focus on what can come next for them as we approach fall. Speaking of which—that… feels weird to say already.
Jake Mercer: Once again, time moves by fast in EAW! I’m just glad it’s still nice and toasty here in Mexico. Sure beats the Nor’easter that’s currently slamming the eastern United States. 🥲
Stew-O: I think some can agree with you on that. But on that note, let’s go ahead and kick off with a hot opening contest!
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for.. ONE FALL!!!
(“My House” by Beyoncé began to play through the speakers of the arena, signaling the arrival of “The Don Diva” Venus De Martin!! Venus made her way out onto the stage with a huge smirk on her face, looking ready to go here tonight!)
Stephie Love: Introducing first!! Weighing in at 128lbs!!! Hailing from Houston,Texas!! She is… “THE DON DIVAAAA!!!” VENUS DE MARTINNN!!!!
(Venus made her way down to the ring, entering and stepping towards the center as she spread her arms out in a taunting manner at the crowd, receiving an ovation, before she’d step back into her corner as her music came to a close.. with finally “Don’t Threaten Me With A Good Time” by Panic! At The Disco began to play, signaling the arrival of one TFK!!!)
Stephie Love: And now! Introducing her opponent!! Weighing in at 165lbs!! Hailing from Manila, Philippines!! He is “THE FILIPINOOO KIIID!!!” T-F-K!!!
(TFK began his walk down to the ring, dapping up some of the fans along the way, before finally entering the ring and climbing to the top turnbuckle to raise his arms in the air to get the crowd hyped! Finally after climbing down, he stepped back into his corner, staring over at his challenger..)
(DING!!! DING!!! DING!!)
Stew-O: This should be an interesting matchup! Both of these competitors came up short on their end at Territorial Invasion, so you know here tonight they’re even more motivated. Both Venus De Martin and TFK step out of their corners, sizing one another up now…
Jake Mercer: Here we go, I for one am interested to see how this match plays out as both Venus De Martin and TFK both meet in the center of the ring… engaging in a collar and elbow tie up to start us off in this match!! TFK though, he’s quick to transition into a Wristlock, extending that arm out perfectly!
Flannery McCoy: Indeed both Venus and TFK with a lot to prove here tonight! As Venus is putting that athleticism on display, rolling through and up onto her feet.. but as she does, she swoops! Down!! PULLING TFK DOWN INTO A SCHOOLBOY PIN!!!
(ONNNEEE!!!)
Stew-O: TFK quick with the kick out!!!
Jake Mercer: Oh this match is moving pretty fast! Both competitors climb back up onto their feet, but it’s TFK who beats Venus De Martin to the punch, grabbing her and turning around for a… BACKSLIDE INTO A PIN!! The referee drops down and starts the count!!
(ONEEEE!!!)
Flannery McCoy: No! Venus De Martin with the kick out now! Both Venus De Martin and TFK get back to their feet again! And Venus rushes in at TFK!! But TFK saw it coming! With a quick and swift movement, TFK sends Venus up and over! Crashing to the canvas with a huge Arm Drag!! But now he’s got hold of that arm in his grasp, he’s got a grounded Armbar applied trying to wear down that arm…
Stew-O: Definitely not a place that Venus De Martin wants to be, and she’s making that clearly evident with the way that she is starting to fight back up onto her feet, bringing TFK along with her.. but he still has that hold applied! But Venus is starting to throw some elbows into those ribs! Forcing TFK to let go…
(CRACK!!)
Jake Mercer: OH! TFK with a nasty chop to Venus’s chest! Venus grabs at her chest, but TFK isn’t slowing down, he sends her towards the ropes with an Irish whip! Venus De Martin rebounds off of the ropes and she ducks a Lariat from TFK.. Venus De Martin springs OFF OF THE ROPES AND ONTO TFK WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY!! Into the pin!!
(ONEEEEE!!!)
(TWWWOOO!!)
Flannery McCoy: TFK kicks out with some authority there! However, Venus De Martin is keeping the heat on. Venus De Martin is up on her feet now, she’s got hold of TFK, pulling him to his feet…and she throws a right hand at TFK!! But.. TFK responds back with a Chop again!! Followed by another!! And another!! Backing Venus De Martin into the corner!
Stew-O: TFK is like a ball of fire right now! He’s lighting Venus up with those chops! Before finally he turns and he rushes at the opposite corner! But… Venus De Martin is behind him!! RUNNING FOREARM SMASH CONNECTS INTO THE CORNER!! And now it’s Venus De Martin who is running back towards the opposite corner…
(CRACK!!)
Jake Mercer: TFK CONNECTS WITH A RUNNING BOOT INTO THE CORNER TO VENUS!!! Both TFK and Venus De Martin are on go right now! They’ve turned the heat up! TFK pulls Venus De Martin out of the corner.. and into a SNAP SUPLEX!! Floating over into the pin and hooking the leg!
(ONEEE!!!)
(TWWOOO!!)
Flannery McCoy: Venus De Martin with the kick out!
Stew-O: And this match continues! TFK so far has got the advantage and upper hand here. He just needs to keep the momentum rolling! TFK turned Venus over, grabbing her by the legs and applying a Boston Crab!! Wrenching back on the legs of Venus’s and trying to get her to tap out!! Venus De Martin is writhing in pain!!
Jake Mercer: And yet somehow, she is still refusing to give in! With a resounding “no!” To the referee. Venus De Martin is starting to fight back, pushing up onto her hands and pushing herself towards the ropes! But not without struggle! TFK isn’t making it easy…
Flannery McCoy: As TFK sits up to pull Venus back, she uses that advantage to lunge forward, grabbing the ropes to break the hold! TFK is forced to let go. TFK raises his hands, getting to his feet and backing away as Venus De Martin is getting to her feet, using the ropes! TFK rushes in!!
Stew-O: But Venus sends TFK over the top rope and tumbling to the floor at ringside!! TFK is getting to his feet!! Venus grabs hold of the ropes!! Crazy intentions in her eyes!! She takes flight!! CORKSCREW PLANCHA CONNECTS!! Taking both TFK and Venus down to the floor now!!
Jake Mercer: Venus De Martin is already on her feet! And she’s got hold of TFK, rolling into the ring and she’s rolling behind him.. stalking him and waiting for him to get to his feet. Venus De Martin is looking to keep that offense of hers going. She’s not slowing down one bit. And she’s zoned in completely TFK. With TFK finally getting to his feet…
Flannery McCoy: I don’t believe that TFK knows exactly where he is! But he’s about to
find out as VENUS JUST LEVELED HIM WITH A BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE!! Venus isn’t done!! She pulls TFK’s head down in between her quads!! She may be looking for a Powerbomb here!
Stew-O: BUT SHE DOESN’T GET IT!! TFK
SENDS VENUS DE MARTIN UP AND OVER WITH A HUGE BACK BODY DROP!! But.. VENUS LANDS ON HER FEET!! TFK turns around…
Jake Mercer: Venus De Martin turns around and she rushes at TFK!! But TFK is the quicker of the two, catching and planting Venus down face first into the canvas with a huge FLATLINER!!! TFK hooks the leg for the pin! Looking to end this match and get some momentum rolling here…
(ONNNEEEEE!!!)
(TWWOOOOO!!)
(THR—)
Flannery McCoy: No! Venus De Martin kicks out again!
Stew-O: We knew coming into this match that these two were going to refuse to stay down. TFK sits up on his knees, giving a nod towards Venus, before climbing to his feet. He reaches down, grabbing hold of Venus and he pulls her to her a vertical base.. before hoisting her up onto his shoulders into a fireman’s carry.. I think he may be looking for that Detonation kick here!! He gets her up!! “MALAKA—”
Jake Mercer: It doesn’t connect!! Because Venus wiggled down off of TFK’s shoulders!! And now Venus De Martin pushes TFK towards the ropes!! TFK comes rebounding off of the ropes and he ducks under Venus’s Lariat!! Flipping forward into the ropes into a Handspring!! And he comes back at Venus with a LARIAT—
Flannery McCoy: But Venus cuts it off with that Spinning Wheel Kick!! Sending TFK crashing to the canvas! Well I guess that’s one way to kill someone’s momentum. But now that the tables are turned, Venus needs to capitalize. And it seems she’s gonna do just that!
Stew-O: Venus rushes to the corner!! And she leaps up, using the second rope as a launching pad to propel herself to the top rope!! Performing a Split legged moonsault!! Crashing down onto TFK as she connects with “The V For Vendetta!!!” And she hooks the leg!!!
(ONNNNEEEEE!!!)
(TWWWWOOOO!!!)
(THREEEEEEEE!!!!!)
(DING!!! DING!! DING!!!)
Jake Mercer: Great showing from both Venus De Martin and TFK here tonight. But in the end, it was Venus De Martin.. “The Don Diva” pulled out the win here.
Flannery McCoy: Well it was certainly an interesting fight. But these two most certainly have bright futures here for sure, wouldn’t take anything away from this match.. win or lose..
(Venus De Martin climbed to her feet, celebrating as “My House” by Beyoncé played over the speakers, the fans cheering and celebrating along with Venus as her raised hand by the referee would be the last thing seen as the show transitioned elsewhere..)
(Friday Night Dynasty returns as the camera focuses on the backstage area of the Arena De Rodeo Guazilancha. There, the camera focuses on Michael Belfort as he’s seen making his way through the hallway, approaching someone who is sitting on a production crate, minding their own business.)
Michael Belfort: BRAE, I don’t mean to be a bother, but do you mind if I ask you a couple of questions???
(The crowd inside the arena erupts into cheers, as BRAE glances up, looking at Michael with a solemn expression on his face. After a moment, he nods.)
BRAE: Go ahead.
Michael Belfort: This past weekend you led Dynasty into War Games, and even though there was no doubt that you fought hard with the hope of adding a massive feather to the cap of all three of your careers, in the end it wasn’t enough, as Team Voltage would end up coming out on top. I just wanted to ask where your mind was after that.
(This isn’t something that BRAE immediately answers; he pauses as he looks down at the ground, exhaling.)
BRAE: It just wasn’t enough. Maybe that’s as bluntly as I can put it, but I’m tired of giving that same answer. I’m tired of continuing to fall short when I know that I can get to where I need to be. I don’t say it lightly when I say that I am the heart of Dynasty; I am the very best, and I deserve to be at the very top, but at the end of the day, I have nobody to blame but myself when I can’t put these words into action. Operation: Doomsday should’ve been my chance to finally become World Heavyweight Champion on this brand, but instead I had to watch Michael Machina slip the opportunity through his hands last week. Territorial Invasion should’ve been my redemption, my chance to rectify my wrongs for Dynasty… and I ended up falling short as well.
(BRAE’s mind wanders for a moment.)
BRAE: At some point, the excuses are going to run dry. I’m not going to be able to hang onto my past glories and allow them to be the only things that I can speak for. Action is going to have to be taken, but I suppose that it is just a matter of when…
Michael Belfort: Do you have any idea of what is next?
(BRAE thinks on this, before shaking his head.)
BRAE: The road is filled with uncertainty, but perhaps that’s the charm of it. Last season I walked in as Interwire Champion, and I promised that the trend of linear progression would only continue even in defeat. It figures that the only thing that would be next is the World Heavyweight Championship, the one that is currently held by that false God Drake King, but as I see that the landscape is already determined, with the main event being a contendership match that I am not involved in, maybe I need to do a little more thinking than I anticipated to move forward. But make no mistake about it… that does not mean that I am not good enough to get there.
(BRAE’s face turns to a look of determination as he brings his head back up.)
BRAE: But I’d rather not speak into the void with negativity; instead, I will give credit, because not all of last week was a failure. The teammates that I fought with were chosen well on my behalf; Cy Henderson and Kirk Redwood knew the task that was at hand and gave everything that they had in order to make sure that they got there. Thankfully, we are not able to walk away from this saying we didn’t give everything that we had, because we did, and I would stand beside either of them any other day.
???: I see.
(BRAE pauses, as he glances over to the side where a voice is heard ringing through. A pair of footsteps are seen making their way in, as Cy Henderson appears in front of BRAE and Michael Belfort. The crowd inside the arena is mixed with cheers and boos, and as BRAE stands up to face him, Cy looks at him with a glare.)
Cy Henderson: You know I don’t play nice with others.
BRAE: You have made that abundantly clear.
(Cy pauses as he thinks about what he’s going to say.)
Cy Henderson: I should be mad at you right now, but I can’t find myself doing that. Things may not have worked out for us in War Games, but you know what? You have my respect. Fully.
(He holds out his hand, gesturing toward BRAE, as he accepts the handshake without hesitation, eliciting a loud reaction from the crowd.)
BRAE: I just wanted to tell you-
???: THAT IS RIDICULOUS! ABSOLUTELY ABSURD!
(BRAE and Cy glance over, as they realize that they’re close to Tyrone Montgomery’s office. Security is seen quickly rushing in, dragging someone out of there, who seems to be in the midst of a heated argument.)
Jamie Valdez: DON’T TEAM ME WITH THAT IDIOT! TEAMING WITH HER BRINGS ME DOWN! DON’T YOU DARE DO THIS! TYRONE! ANSWER ME! STOP SHRUGGING YOUR SHOULDERS!
(Jamie is pushed out of the office as the door slams shut, the security going back to what they were doing as if nothing happened. She looks absolutely furious as she begins to pace around, running her hands through her hair. While she does… she catches both BRAE and Cy looking at her with a weirded-out expression on their faces.)
Jamie Valdez: What the hell are you looking at?!
(BRAE holds his hands up.)
BRAE: Nothing.
Jamie Valdez: Oh really? Because it seems like you’re getting a good LAUGH out of my misery right now! It seems like you’re really just enjoying yourselves, and I’m not gonna stand for it!
Cy Henderson: Lady, if we really have an issue here, then I promise, this is not something that you want to get into.
Jamie Valdez: Oh, is that how it is? I may have lost last week at Territorial Invasion, but I’m looking at the BIGGEST LOSERS of them all! I’m looking at two people who embarrassed this brand completely, so much so that they had to sit there with these doofus grins on their faces while Tyrone chastised them to all hell! I would actually be embarrassed if I were you.
BRAE: I’d be careful…
Jamie Valdez: Or what?! OR WHAT?!
Tyrone Montgomery: What seems to be the issue here?
(Seemingly after just handling his previous problem, Tyrone is seen making his way out of his office, as Jamie snaps back toward him, pointing a finger.)
Jamie Valdez: Don’t try to act as if you care now!
Tyrone Montgomery: You seem to be getting yourself into trouble everywhere I look, Jamie. Don’t tell me you’re starting problems with these two now.
BRAE: Just a disagreement, I’d say.
Jamie Valdez: YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH! I have been disrespected and run through the ground for months, and nobody has done anything about it! I am tired of having to deal with it! I am through! I’m not gonna take this bullshit from two people who don’t know how it feels to go through what I’ve been through! Just because they’ve won a couple Championships, been here longer, doesn’t mean they can look down on me!
Tyrone Montgomery: Okay. So it sounds like you do have a problem.
Cy Henderson: Sounds like we do.
Tyrone Montgomery: Sounds like you want a match.
(There’s a brief pause, Jamie in shock, while Cy and BRAE both look at one another, shrugging their shoulders.)
BRAE: Sure.
Cy Henderson: Why not.
Jamie Valdez: WHAT???
Tyrone Montgomery: Okay, great. Tag team match is official.
(Tyrone looks at Jamie.)
Tyrone Montgomery: I would’ve happily given you the partner that you’re teaming with tonight, but it seems like you’ve made it apparent to me that you’re not too fond of Hanako. So… you can find your own partner.
Jamie Valdez: Tyrone, you better be careful what you’re doing-
Tyrone Montgomery: Find your own partner. Thank you!
(Tyrone turns around and makes his way back into his office. While he does, Jamie is completely frozen, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.)
Jamie Valdez: FUCK!
(She turns around and storms off; meanwhile, BRAE and Cy look toward one another.)
BRAE: Ready to go back into battle?
Cy Henderson: Gladly.
(BRAE and Cy go their separate ways, as it’s the very last shot seen before Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to elsewhere.)
(The camera cuts to backstage where Kendall Von is seen walking through the hallway, dressed in her finest clothes, fit for the occasion. She adjusts her purse as she comes to a stop at Tyrone Montgomery’s office. Kendall knocks on the door.)
Tyrone Montgomery: It’s open!
(Kendall grabs the door knob and swings inside of his office, her smile brimming from ear to ear. Tyrone rises to his feet when Kendall enters.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Kendall Von! It’s a pleasure to see you after your fantastic performance at Territorial Invasion. There were a lot of formidable names in that match, and you really showed everyone what you were made of when you left with the win.
(She chuckles, then feigns humility by raising a hand and waving off her own performance.)
Kendall Von: Oh, Tyrone, it’s nothing. That’s what happens when you spend so much time being underestimated, no matter what field you find yourself in. This was just yet another occasion where I was clearly the best in the room and I passed everyone by like it was nothing. I’m excited for the future, because there is more where that came from.
(Tyrone nods his head to Kendall’s words, agreeing with her.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Speaking of, it’s time that we get to the Unique Opportunity that you earned at Territorial Invasion, right?
(That prompts a big smile from Kendall.)
Kendall Von: Yes, of course. I mean, I’m already thinking of all the champions that I could possibly be going up against-
Tyrone Montgomery: Your reward… is a pay raise!
(Before Kendall can even finish her sentence, her lips curl downward and her eyes flutter at Tyrone. She blinks a couple of times, making sure that she heard him correctly. Even after the moment of silence, a look of confusion still marks the face of Kendall.)
Kendall Von: Huh? Excuse me, I–I don’t believe I heard you correctly. Can you repeat yourself, please?
(She steps forward, looking at Tyrone. He glances back, confused at her reaction.)
Tyrone Montgomery: What? You didn’t hear me? I said that you’ll be receiving a pay rai–
Kendall Von: A… what? A pay raise? Why? Usually, the winners of these opportunities receive title matches or something else of equal value! How did I get a pay raise?!
(He scratches the back of his head.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Yeah, I’m aware, Kendall. But I wanted to do something different this time around, and given your strong acumen in Wall Street, I assumed that this would be a nice little reward for you! Was I wrong about that?
(Tyrone looks at Kendall for a moment, and it appears that she’s going to speak up and say something, but she purses her lips and shakes her head.)
Kendall Von: Thank you, Tyrone.
Tyrone Montgomery: My pleasure. Best of luck, Kendall!
(She slowly turns around and marches out of the office, hastily grabbing the door and swinging it closed on her way out. Her fingers curl into a claw, and she considers grabbing at her hair—but remembers how much she spent on getting it done this week and her attention turns elsewhere.)
Kendall Von: Are you kidding me?! First, that …
(Kendall clenches her fists, unable to even think of a good insult due to the rage overwhelming her thoughts.)
Kendall Von: DELANEY! SHE GETS A SPECIALISTS CHAMPIONSHIP SHOT! NOW THIS?! WHAT DID *i* DO TO DESERVE THIS?!
(She looks at her purse and considers hurling it at the wall, but that in itself was also too expensive! She screams out in agony, unable to even properly unleash her anger. Instead, she turns back to the camera pointed at her snarls at it.)
Kendall Von: GET OUT OF MY FACE! WE’RE DONE HERE!
(Kendall mushes the camera away and she storms off. The cameraman is persistent, keeping it focused on her as she leaves, but she’s far away by the time he tries to catch up.)
(A commercial plays for Wingstop.)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Human Nature’ by Michael Jackson hits the speakers to loud cheers as Hanako Nanami makes her way out from the back. She tags a couple fans on her way down, but her theme is promptly interrupted by ‘TEFLON DON’ by Future as Jamie Valdez arrogantly emerges from the back.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first, at a combined weight of 230 pounds, it is the team of “PINK VENOM” HANAKO NANAMI … and “THE PRODIGY” JAMIE VALDEZ!
(Once the two are in the ring, ‘Cassie’ by Flyleaf plays and Winona Hendrickson hustles out from the back, fired up. She nods to the fans and makes her way down the ramp, stopping when ‘DIVE in LIVE’ by YOLOZ begins playing. Anna Wautier runs out from the back with the New Breed Championship wrapped around her chest. She tags some fans and then turns to her partner for the night. There’s a bit of a staredown between the two, before they shake hands and heads to the ring.)
Stephie Love: Their opponents, at a combined weight of 292 pounds, it is the team of “WONDER WOMAN” WINONA HENDRICKSON … and the EAW NEW BREED CHAMPION, “THE THORN PRINCESS” ANNA WAUTIER!
(DING DING DING!)
Stew-O: The bell sounds and it appears that there’s gonna be no immediate tension from the New Breed Champion Anna Wautier and her challenger Winona Hendrickson, who allows the champ to start this one off.
Jake Mercer: On the other side, Hanako Nanami will be starting and this is one hell of a way to get into the action! Both circle the ring, and step into a firm collar & elbow tie-up. Hanako swings behind into a wrist lock, applying deep pressure. Anna struggles, rolling. She kicks at the hand of Hanako, and spins into an arm drag, tossing her. Anna kips up, immediately sending Nanami to the ropes after!
Flannery McCoy: She tries another armdrag, but this time, Hanako cartwheels through it! Anna charges in and Hanako dropkicks her directly into the chest! Wautier rolls away and Nanami rises to her feet, calling Anna up. She charges into a clothesline over the top rope, but Anna ducks it and she nails Hanako with a roundhouse kick that sends her falling through the middle rope.
Stew-O: Anna sees her opening and she leaps to the middle rope! Wautier flies off into a triangle dropkick, nope! Hanako ducks it! Anna lands onto the apron and it’s Hanako who nails her with a big knee to the jaw! Hanako grabs Anna by the head and she tries to lift her up vertically, but Anna lands back into the ring.
Jake Mercer: After that, she grabs Hanako and tosses her in the ring against the ropes! Hanako bounces up to her feet, but Wautier is already springboarding to the middle ropes for a diving back elbow! Hanako goes down and Anna tags in Winona.
(TAG!)
Stew-O: Winona enters the ring and both women drag Nanami up. They irish whip her off and Winona pops Hanako high up in the air! She lands face first, and as she goes to kneel up, Wautier with a sliding dropkick to the jaw! Cover from Winona!
ONE–
Flannery McCoy: Quick kickout by Nanami. Winona drags Hanako up and nails her with a knife edge chop! Hanako winces, and she throws one of her own! Another chop from Nanami, and then she elbows Hendrickson in the throat! Winona staggers, and Hanako hits off the ropes. She tries to leap up into a hurricanrana, but Winona hangs onto Hanako! She pops her up for a— no! Hanako floats behind her!
Stew-O: Winona staggers on impact, and Hanako catches her with a hook kick! Winona is on wobbly legs, and Hanako falls backwards into their corner.
(TAG!)
Flannery McCoy: Jamie tags herself in! Hanako looks at Jamie in disbelief, and Valdez comes off the ropes and brings Hendrickson with a slingblade! Hanako rises to protest, but Jamie gets in her face.
Jamie Valdez: (off-mic) I got it from here.
Jake Mercer: Begrudgingly, Hanako exits the ring. Jamie drags Winona up and she starts pounding her fist into her mouth, repeatedly! She might knock a tooth out! Winona staggers around, weakly throwing her fists up. Jamie spins into a sole kick to the ribs, and then an up kick to the jaw! Hendrickson is really on the verge of being out of it now! Valdez turns and runs off the ropes…!!
Flannery McCoy: ONLY FOR HENDRICKSON TO RUN THROUGH HER WITH A SHOULDER TACKLE! She put a lot into that! Valdez doesn’t have a clue of what hit her! She rolls away, crawling up to the turnbuckles. Jamie rises, and Winona runs forward with a corner body block! She hangs onto Jamie and tosses her with a belly to belly suplex! Valdez clutches at her back, grimacing.
Stew-O: Jamie slowly rises, and Winona rocks her with an European uppercut! Another one, and Valdez falls against the ropes. Winona picks her up off of the ropes and scoops her up, but Jamie starts to wiggle her legs! She lands behind Winona and takes her out with a chop block! Hendrickson falls to her fours, and Valdez runs off the ropes, diving into a double foot stomp to the back! Hendrickson goes down, and Jamie rolls her over into a cover!
ONE!! –
Jake Mercer: Kick out! Jamie drags Winona up, and she turns her around. She grabs the waist, trying to lift her up, but Winona sends an elbow behind the ear! Another elbow from Hendrickson, and she spins around, hanging onto Valdez and tossing her with a german suplex! Jamie lands harshly on her neck, and she crawls over, tagging Wautier in!
Flannery McCoy: The champion slingshots into the ring, and Valdez slowly rises. Wautier runs forward with a single leg dropkick! Valdez pops up to her feet and Wautier with another one! Valdez rolls away to the ropes, and Wautier takes the wrist for an irish whip, but Jamie counters it! She tries for a back body drop, but Wautier with a sunset flip, rolling her through for the cover-
Stew-O: –nope! Valdez rolls to her feet and she gets Anna with a sliding knee to the jaw! Wautier rolls over, holding her jaw in pain. Jamie rises to her feet and she calls for Anna to rise up to her feet… As Anna is getting up there, Jamie runs to the ropes!
Jake Mercer: She steps on the middle rope and then springboards off of it, flipping into the ‘DESTINY CUTTER!’ GOODNESS! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL COMBINATION! ANNA IS OUT COLD, AND JAMIE QUICKLY ROLLS HER OVER FOR THE COVER! IT COULD BE OVER HERE!
OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!
Flannery McCoy: No! Anna gets a shoulder up in time! Jamie looks around, pissed off. She rises to her feet and starts stomping at the top of Wautier’s head! Anna has very little to offer, as Jamie drags her up from the mat. She slaps Anna to her knees and she runs off of the ropes, looking to set up for ‘FIERCE KI–’
Stew-O: Anna evades it! Jamie lands harshly on that leg, and Anna dropkicks her kneecap! Valdez falls away, grimacing. Jamie is struggling to stay up on her feet, which isn’t good for her, as Anna smells blood in the water! She tries to rise, and Anna with another dropkick to the knee! Valdez is now kneeling, and Wautier runs off the ropes…
(TAG!)
Jake Mercer: The moment Anna turns her back, Hanako slaps Jamie’s back and she takes advantage! Wautier comes back to Valdez, but Hanako springboards up and FLIES INTO A DROPKICK DIRECTLY TO WAUTIER! BEAUTIFUL MOVE FROM NANAMI RIGHT THERE! Anna is out of it, and Hanako rolls away, quickly making a move to take advantage!
Flannery McCoy: Anna rises, and Hanako comes off the ropes, grabbing her by the head! ‘MAGENTA TWIST!’ THE SWINGING NECKBREAKER CONNECTS! WAUTIER GOT PLANTED RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD! Hanako crawls over, hooking the legs, she’s looking to end this one here!
OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!
Stew-O: Wautier kicks out! Jamie is still clutching at her knee by the ropes, meanwhile Hanako looks to win this match for the team. She pulls Anna up to her feet and turns her around, looking to hook the arms! She wants that tiger suplex, but Anna is stalling it with all of her might! She squats down, and Hanako is forced to squat down with her, as both women battle for that potential match changing move!
Jake Mercer: She begins to scoop Anna up—no! Anna plants her feet onto the middle rope and she springboards off of them, landing behind Nanami! She leaps onto the shoulders of Nanami and drags her down with a POISON RANA! CHRIST! SPIKED HER RIGHT ON THE TOP OF HER HEAD! HANAKO IS OUT OF IT!
Flannery McCoy: And THAT was the opening Wautier needed! She works her way up to her feet and she picks Nanami up from the canvas! She grabs her wrist and traps the arm, heaving her up high in the air…!!! Nanami flails her legs desperately, but it’s no use as Wautier has full grasp over her! ‘LUMINARY!’ DROPPED HER RIGHT ON THE BACK OF HER HEAD! SHE BRIDGES INTO THE COVER!
OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!
Jake Mercer: VALDEZ DIVES IN TO BREAK THE PIN! She starts throwing hammers down on Wautier! Wautier covers up, and Winona has seen enough! She immediately springs into action, diving right for Valdez! Both women start fighting in the ring while Wautier and Nanami are down!
Stew-O: They’re going back and forth with strikes! Jamie elbows Winona away, and she falls into the ropes! Valdez tries to send her out of the ring, but Hendrickson ducks underneath! Valdez goes full force into the ropes and she bounces off, turning to Winona who is already waiting on her…!!! KICK TO THE GUT!
Flannery McCoy: She hooks the head and scoops her up off of the mat! ‘WH-103!’ THE LIFTING DDT CONNECTS! DOWN GOES VALDEZ! Winona rises to her feet and goes to check on Wautier, but Nanami rises to her feet and she dropkicks Winona out of the ring! Anna begins to rise to her feet and she grabs Hanako, trying to lift her up! Nanami drops down and spins behind her! O’Connor Roll!
OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!
Stew-O: Wautier kicks out, shoving Nanami to the ropes! BUT NANAMI SPRINGBOARDS UP JUST AS ANNA DOES THAT! ‘LOVE DELUXE!’ THE SPRINGBOARD CUTTER CONNECTS, AND WAUTIER GETS PLANTED RIGHT ONTO THE TOP OF HER SKULL! HANAKO ROLLS OVER AND SHE PINS HER!
OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!
TTT–
Jake Mercer: WINONA YANKS NANAMI OUT OF THE RING! SHE TAKES HER BY THE WRIST AND PULLS HER INTO ‘MACH 3!’ THE LARIAT ON THE OUTSIDE! NANAMI IS DOWN, AND WINONA FALLS OVER AS WELL! Both women are hurting on the floor, and Winona makes her way up, trying to help her partner out…
Flannery McCoy: Valdez runs around and she shoves Winona into the steps! Hendrickson goes down, shoulder-first! Hendrickson holds at her shoulder in pain, and Jamie scoops Hanako up, throwing her into the ring. Hanako is deadweight, and Jamie rolls in. She doesn’t drag her to her corner to make the pass, though…
Stew-O: Jamie spots Anna beginning to rise to her feet, and she doesn’t want to wait any longer to capitalize! Anna slowly rises, and Jamie comes off the ropes! SHE FLOATS AROUND HER BODY! ‘TILT-A-WHIRL PRODIGY DESTRO—’ NO! WAUTIER HANGS ONTO THE LEGS OF VALDEZ! AND SHE SLAMS HER DOWN! ALABAMA SLAM!
Jake Mercer: Valdez wheezes out in pain, and she sits up off of the impact, clutching at her back… but that was the absolute worst decision she could’ve made! ‘TRUENO DESTRODA!’ THE RUNNING DOUBLE FOOT STOMP TAKES VALDEZ OUT OF COMMISSION! She rolls over, holding her chest in agony! Nanami has no clue of where she’s at, and Wautier is about to take the win thanks to Winona’s assist!
Flannery McCoy: Wautier pulls Hanako up off of the mat, and she grabs that wrist, heaving her up off of the canvas! ‘MODERN TRAGEDY!’ THE WRIST CLUTCH OVERHEAD URANAGE! NANAMI JUST GOT SPIKED! AND WAUTIER HOOKS THE LEGS!
OOONNNNEEEEEE!!!
TTTTWWWWWOOOOOO!!!
TTTTHHHHRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!
(DING DING DING!)
Stephie Love: Here are your winners of this match, ANNA WAUTIER and WINONA HENDRICKSON!!
(Winona rolls into the ring, holding at her shoulder. Anna slowly makes her way up to her feet, and she nods to Winona, who gives her the assist that she needed to pick up the win. The referee hands Anna the New Breed Championship and as Winona approaches her, there is a clear sign of respect between the two future opponents.)
Stew-O: Big win for Wautier and Hendrickson, coming off of their respective victories at Territorial Invasion! Hendrickson took a nasty fall toward the end of the match there,but she sacrificed herself for Anna to pick up the win!
Flannery McCoy: And you can tell that Anna appreciates that. It’s going to be very interesting to see how things play out when these two women are on opposing sides, but I loved what I saw tonight from them.
Jake Mercer: I agree with you. The New Breed division is looking very strong right now, and it only continues from here, I would imagine!
(Friday Night Dynasty returns, as immediately, we’re met with the sounds of ‘In Control’ by Youngboy Never Broke Again as the crowd erupts into boos. The camera goes over to show Chris Elite as he makes his way out, no Sterling Luxe this week, just himself. He has a poised expression on his face as he makes his way down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… EAW HALL OF FAMER!!!!!!! CHRIS ELITEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Stew-O: We saw what transpired last week at Territorial Invasion. Dynasty’s Brand Warfare team was just not built to last, and Effy McAvoy’s elimination courtesy of Chris Elite and Daryl Kinkade might have been the thing that toppled the entire foundation.
Flannery McCoy: You can’t do it alone, and if your team isn’t playing nice, then that’s what you’re going to have to expect. The rest of them fought like hell, but in the end, it just wasn’t enough, and by the looks of things… it doesn’t seem like Chris Elite really cares.
Jake Mercer: You know why? Because he has a shot at the Interwire Championship that he’s waiting for! That takes priority above all else! But let’s see where his mind is at.
(Chris makes his way up the steps and onto the apron as he enters into the ring. He makes his way over and takes a microphone as ‘In Control’ begins to fade out. He then heads toward the center of the ring, taking a moment before beginning to speak.)
Chris Elite: I don’t even need to talk about what happened at Brand Warfare, what do you expect? For the past couple of years it’s been proven to me that I can’t trust anyone in this business. Last season TLA stabbed me in the back because of a stupid ass loss and I have to watch him parade around a Championship that we should’ve had together if not for his delusion. And you expected me to trust the person holding the title I’m after and Daryl Kinkade’s bitchass? Fuck out of here. What’s done is done, and I don’t really give a fuck about losing Brand Warfare, it seems like it’s the only match that I’m ever in, so I’ll just join it next year and win it there instead with some actually decent teammates. What I’m focused on now is the Interwire Championship.
(Chris pauses, looking out at the crowd before continuing on.)
Chris Elite: I talked to Tyrone Montgomery, and after an unnecessary roadblock at Brand Warfare, which the more I think about it… was a complete waste of time. My match for the Interwire Championship that I earned is going to happen at House of Glass. And all I’ll say is about damn time. I am tired of the disrespect and bullshit from people who couldn’t even lace my boots, haven’t done half of what I’ve done, and aren’t even close to being as talented as I am. If Effy McAvoy really has a problem with what happened last week, then she’ll come out here right now and tell it to my face. She can tell it to the person who is going to win the Interwire Championship once again in his career, and continue a Hall of Fame legacy that was never put on halt in the first place for ANYBODY.
(Chris lowers his microphone, but immediately as he pauses, ‘The Reckoning’ by Within Temptation begins to play up. The crowd gives a loud reaction as the camera goes over to Effy McAvoy storming out from the backstage area. The Interwire Champion has a displeased expression on her face as she makes a beeline toward the ring and her future challenger.)
Stew-O: Well, it’s official. At House of Glass it will be Effy McAvoy defending her title against Chris Elite, and you can tell that the animosity is already through the roof with these two after what occurred.
Flannery McCoy: Chris allowed his ego to get in the way of his ambitions, and while that was his decision to make, it’s going to have a lot more ramifications if he decides to do that with that title on the line. Regardless, it remains to be seen how Effy feels about all of this.
Jake Mercer: I would be unhappy too! Look at what my own team did to me, dawg! I got hoed!
(Effy made her way up the steps and onto the apron as she enters into the ring, immediately storming over and snatching a microphone as ‘The Reckoning’ begins to come to a close. She turns around and approaches Chris, before she begins to speak.)
Effy McAvoy: I’m not going to waste time with semantics, you and I both know why we’re here, so let’s talk about what happened. I thought that you were better than that Chris, the stunt that you and Daryl pulled. But it’s clear that you don’t care about winning more so about being petty. What does that say about you?
Chris Elite: It says that I can do whatever the fuck I want, beloved. If you got a problem with that, then Effy, you’re not built for this, lil sis.
Effy McAvoy: But I’m the one with the title. I’m the one who’s been able to say that I’ve had a career in recent memory to be proud of. All of this that you’re “proud” of has amounted to what? Failure? Losses? I don’t expect that to be much different considering what you did and what I expect you to do at House of Glass. Congratulations, you got your match, but are you ready for it?
Chris Elite: Who are you to judge me?
Effy McAvoy: Just because you’re a Hall of Famer doesn’t mean that you’re worth that much more than I am. I’ve been around Ahren Fournier enough to know the type of person that you are, and you are NOTHING like the GOAT.
Chris Elite: Yeah, cuz I trust Ahren Fournier’s opinion.
Effy McAvoy: It’s all going to come crashing down for you just like it always has in your career. Then what’s next? You’re going to go through the same vicious cycle that you went through last year? Spending the entirety of the season in a drought because you can’t back up what you’re saying?
Chris Elite: You’ve got a whole lot of nerve tryna talk shit. Regardless of how it looks, regardless of what happened, it doesn’t change the fact that you were one of the first ones out. Someone who CLAIMED that she was the rightful Captain because she had that title around her waist allowed herself to be made a fool of by a bunch of bozos and two people who you deemed not worth your time. Like it or not, that says something about you, that puts something on you that you’re gonna have to recognize real quick, because it means that you’re not this dominant Champion that everyone makes you out to be, and I’m gonna be happy to be the one that exposed that.
(Chris approaches Effy.)
Chris Elite: What you thought was gonna happen… isn’t going to mean shit compared to reality. I’m gonna win the Interwire Championship again and there isn’t a damn thing that you’re gonna be able to do about it.
(Effy continues to stare at Chris, allowing him to continue speaking.)
Effy McAvoy: From what I saw of you, you let your emotions get in the way of everything that you’ve done this season. For the past year you’ve been nothing but a laughing stock, and instead of taking claims like that seriously, you let what happened at Brand Warfare happen and shoot yourself in the foot. Should I really be convinced that you’re ready for this title to be back around your waist? Or should I chalk it up to delusional confidence as many would expect out of you already.
Chris Elite: Well, the last person who said that got embarrassed by me. So I think you can infer how House of Glass is going to go.
???: ENOUGH OF THIS!
Chris Elite: Oh brother.
(Chris rolls his eyes as he immediately recognizes whose voice that is, as the crowd goes into a frenzy for Daryl Kinkade who’s storming out from the backstage area.)
Daryl Kinkade: If there’s anyone to blame for what happened last week at Territorial Invasion, it’s YOU, Chris!
Chris Elite: Don’t you get tired of this? You deadass don’t have anything better to do right now?
Daryl Kinkade: If you weren’t such a slimy bitch, then this wouldn’t be an issue right now. But I’ve had TWO things robbed from me because of you and something’s gotta give. Brand Warfare was due to you and your childish behavior, and I told you and the rest of the team that I would play nice as long as you did, and you chose the wrong decision. Now I have no reason to stand by your side anymore, nah, I’m just going to take your fucking head off.
Chris Elite: I would love to see your skinny ass try, motherfucker.
(Daryl slides into the ring and gets into the face of Chris.)
Daryl Kinkade: Say that again and see where that gets you.
Chris Elite: I would love to see your skinny ass try, motherfucker.
(Daryl shoves Chris in the chest, as the two of them break off into incoherent arguing. Security is on standby, but before it can truly get heated and out of hand like people expect it to go…)
Effy McAvoy: I’ll face BOTH of you.
(Chris and Daryl go silent, and immediately their heads turn toward the Champion, who seems to have had enough of this bickering between the two of them, seeing as this extends as far back as when the season began. At this point, something’s gotta give.)
Effy McAvoy: I’ve had enough of the two of you getting in my way because of your own issues, and if neither of you is going to solve it, then I will. Chris was the one who earned the opportunity, but if he thinks that he’s that much better than Daryl, then he’s going to accept this match without any fear that this is going to change anything. That we can finally put these issues to bed and we can all just move on.
(Effy glares at both of them, Chris pondering to himself for a moment.)
Chris Elite: I don’t really give a fuck. I’ll beat both your asses if that’s what it takes to win that title. If you wanna add his dumbass, then so be it, if that’s what it’s gonna take to get off my dick.
Daryl Kinkade: You got lucky, bruv. You KNEW that if you faced me in a wrestling ring, you would get eaten alive, but the circumstances allowed you to maneuver your way into a title match that you don’t deserve.
(Daryl turns to look at Effy.)
Daryl Kinkade: I don’t feel right about this. I want you to know that. I didn’t earn this title win as Chris did, but that doesn’t make a difference. Because all that matters is that I make it there and I win the Interwire Championship. And that’s a reality that is growing closer and closer than you’d think. And Effy is right; we can all just move on knowing who was the better person in this situation, and that’s me.
Chris Elite: Yo, shut up.
Effy McAvoy: Then it’s official. At House of Glass, I’ll face both of you in a triple threat match. Chris is right; it won’t make a difference, because I’m going to win. I’ve had one of the most memorable reigns with this title in recent memory, and that’s not something that is put lightly on me. It’s something that I’ve earned, and it’s something that I will continue to earn no matter who I’m up against. And that, above all else, goes for both of you as well.
(Effy drops her microphone down to the ground as ‘The Reckoning’ begins to play up. She turns around and begins to make her way out of the ring, heading up the ramp with the title around her shoulder. Chris and Daryl are both watching her leave before turning to glare at one another with pure hatred in their eyes. The last shot seen is Effy turning around on the stage, taking her Interwire Championship and raising it into the air, as Friday Night Dynasty begins to fade to black.)
(Backstage, the cameras cut to Michael Machina, who looks stone faced. By him is Michael Belfort, chief interviewer for EAW.)
Michael Belfort: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome back to Friday Night Dynasty. I am Michael Belfort, and with me is Michael Machina, who, last week, competed against Drake King for the EAW World Heavyweight Championship. It was their first-ever singles encounter despite the year-long rivalry they’ve had on this brand stretching from the previous season, and in the end, Drake King was able to retain.
(The recap makes Machina’s scowl deepen.)
Michael Belfort: Michael, of course, we can… well, see evidently that you remain upset about that result, but as we shift away from Territorial Invasion, the simplest question everyone has for you is: what is next for you? Do you see to go after Drake again? Perhaps have some other motivations you wish to chase?
Michael Machina: … other motivations to chase?
(His brows furrow, and Belfort immediately blinks, getting a bit nervous.)
Michael Belfort: Not in that way, of course. All I’m asking is what do you plan on doing as we head to House of Glass?
Michael Machina: …
(Michael’s hands go to his hips, head slightly bowed. His shoulders tense up. Lips purse together.)
Michael Machina: Frankly? I don’t even know my damn self.
Michael Belfort: :lupe:
Michael Machina: That title… it was everything to me. I was so sure I could get it back and beat the breaks out of that piece of shit so that he could stop the God nonsense for good, but… look what happened. Look how I lost. And then, on top of that, the bastard thought that he was right; that his words had any merit when he is nothing more than a delusional jackass walking around as though he’s not. For an entire year, I have had to see, hear, and deal with him personally. He was a literal crashout, and then he wins at Pain for Pride by some sheer luck. Now, he gets to brag about how he beat me?
(He scoffs, shaking his head.)
Michael Machina: Fuck. That. I’m not gonna stand for it.
Michael Belfort: Well, are you going to get a rematch?
Michael Machina: A rematch?
(He snickers.)
Michael Machina: Well, Mike, that was in the cards, until a certain someone denied me of it because he said I earned my opportunity already and the main event is supposed to give someone else a chance to challenge for the title. “In the spirit of fairness and competition”, or whatever the fuck he said.
Michael Belfort: Wait, you mean the general manager?
Michael Machina: Nah, friggin’ Santa Clause. Of course it was Tyrone! I went to his office and spoke with him directly but he blew me off. Meanwhile, any other tenured talent can cry, scream, fuss and whine about how they deserve their millionth title shot that they’re going to end up wasting and get it with no problem.
Michael Belfort: :lupe: !!
(The fans in the arena murmur, surprised by the revelation. However, Michael heaves out a deep sigh, running his hand along the top of his head.)
Michael Machina: … so, just like that? I can’t really come barreling in trying to save this brand; this show that I have helped shape into what it is today. My sweat, my blood, my tears don’t mean jack shit around here anymore. And the thing is, I’ve only been here for three years. I’m not some goddamn fossil. I am easily the greatest Elitist of this goddamn generation, but I guess because I’ve been more humble and tried to think above myself that it has gotten people confused about who I am. Or, more specifically, made them forget about what the fuck I can do. But, at least soon enough, they can be given a swift reminder of Michael Machina really is.
Michael Belfort: Ah, yes; on that note, you will be taking on AKIZA in just a few minutes. Do you have any direct thoughts on the match?
(Michael looks at him, and for a moment, he does not speak. That is, until he leans in, and his voice lowers slightly…)
Michael Machina: I’m just tryna win. No matter what.
(And with that, Michael heads off, sharp strides taken. From there, the shot fades elsewhere…)
Stephie Love: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(The settling crowd immediately popped to their feet when the opening notes of “Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep begin to echo out in the arena, cheering the arrival of Michael Machina as he emerged from the back. It was apparent he was favoring certain parts of his body, wearing the damage of his war with Drake King only a week removed from Territorial Invasion. Still, his face showed no weakness, beginning his march down to the ring.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first…from Brooklyn, New York…he is the New Legend…Michael Machina!
Stew-O: Despite his best efforts, and they were some incredible efforts, Michael Machina has failed to capture the World Heavyweight Championship. It has to sting for him, but what may be stinging even more is the damage done to his arm and knee. Drake King put him through hell, and now he may have to be extra cautious tonight.
Flannery McCoy: If Michael Machina is one thing it ain’t cautious. Injured or not, he’s gonna trust his gut tonight and look to return to winning ways without much fuss. That’s just who he is. Physically he may be shaken up, but mentally he must be as focused as ever.
(Michael moved up the steel steps and briefly paused on the apron before entering the ring, posing in the corner before settling against the turnbuckle, taking extra care to stretch out as he awaited his opponent, as Apostle’s Warning began to fade out. Replacing it was “Steel Haze (Where Truth Meets)” by Kota Hoshino. AKIZA soon emerged from the back as well, this time to a more mixed reaction as she started down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent…residing in London, England by way of Kanagawa Prefecture, Japan…’Queen Vermillion’ AKIZA!
Stew-O: Few people had as electric a weekend as AKIZA, showing up in a huge way to overcome the odds and find victory in Divide & Conquer against a well oiled Team Voltage and experienced Team Showdown! Her demeanor and methods might not rub everyone the right way, but she’s more than earned her rising star status!
Jake Mercer: She said it herself this week however, holding onto that momentum and making the most of it will be the biggest challenge, maybe an even bigger challenger than winning the match itself, and who is a worse immediate step up in class to face than Michael Machina? And worse than that, a MAD Michael Machina.
(AKIZA slowly moved into the ring, slinking into the opposite corner to swiftly stretch out, keeping her eyes on Michael Machina across from her as the referee signaled for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we are off! Both elitists move out of the corner in stereo, tracking the other as they circle the center of the ring! AKIZA sends out a prodding hand first, just looking to test the guard of Michael Machina, but he is not the kind of competitor who will sit on the defensive!
Flannery McCoy: He shoots forward, looking for a waistlock, but AKIZA is quick to slip around his grip, taking control of the waist and uses the momentum to push Machina forward, into the ropes, maybe thinking of using the momentum to roll him back-! But Machina holds onto the top rope!
Jake Mercer: AKIZA rolls back onto her neck and through to her feet, facing Machina as he turns and rushes forward with a clothesline! No, AKIZA ducks out of the way, pulling on Michael’s tights to pull him towards the center of the ring for a roll-up!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-!
Stew-O: Not even a one count! He pops right back out and leans forward as AKIZA returns to her feet, immediately firing off with a thrust kick! Machina has the wherewithal to lean back, grabbing the ankle of AKIZA as he begins to roll back, holding onto the foot as he grabs the other, now looking to deadlift AKIZA off the mat!
Flannery McCoy: And he does so! Machina lifts AKIZA all the way up into a powerbomb position, but he’s not done readjusting, using one hand to prop up the leg while the other repositions AKIZA, lifting her sky high with a brainbuster! He’s looking for Skullpiercer!
Jake Mercer: A quick wiggle of the legs is enough to delay it though, and AKIZA takes the opportunity to slip out again, pushing herself out of Machina’s grip to land behind him! Machina looks to turn, BUT AKIZA SENDS A STOMP INTO THE BACK OF THE KNEE!
Stew-O: We knew that AKIZA was going to exploit every damaged piece of Machina there is, and she’s ready to start in the opening exchange! Machina wavers for a second as AKIZA backs up, taking a run up as she sends her boot into the air, looking to drop it into the top of Michael’s head! RED HOT DEVIATION!
Flannery McCoy: Avoided! Machina leans his head back, barely avoiding the boot of AKIZA, and he pops right to his feet with the window of opportunity before him! AKIZA leans back, ready to send a shoot kick to the chest of Machina, and it connects, properly leveling the chest of Machina—WHAT?!
Jake Mercer: HE JUST RUN THROUGH THE KICK! LIKE A FREIGHT TRAIN HE SHRUGGED IT OFF AND RUNS TO THE ROPES AS AKIZA CAN ONLY SPIN AROUND TO ADDRESS HER OPPONENT AS HE PICKS UP TONS OF SPEED!
Stew-O: He takes a run towards the center of the ring and AKIZA, but she’s prepared for him and side steps, firing another shoot kick to the torso of Michael! He slows for a moment…BEFORE SPEEDING UP AGAIN, HITTING THE ROPES A SECOND TIME! THIS TIME AKIZA IS GONNA HAVE TO ADDRESS HIM DIRECTLY! MONEY SHOT!
Flannery McCoy: AKIZA FLOATS OVER, HOOKING BOTH ARMS OF MACHINA AND DRAGS HIM TO THE MAT WITH A BACKSLIDE! SHOULDERS ARE DOWN!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
Jake Mercer: NOT EVEN CLOSE!
Stew-O: BUT AKIZA MAINTAINS WRIST CONTROL AS THE KICK OUT SENDS MACHINA ROLLING ONTO HIS KNEES! AKIZA HAS HIM RESTRAINED AND STEPS FORWARD! ARONDIGHT!!!
Flannery McCoy: AVOIDED AT THE LAST SECOND! MACHINA LEANS HIS HEAD TO THE SIDE, LEAVING THE KNEE OF AKIZA TO CONNECT WITH AIR AS HE BREAKS OFF WRIST CONTROL, FREEING HIMSELF AS AKIZA STUMBLES PAST HIM! SHE TURNS ON A DIME TO FACE HIM BUT HE’S OFF ALREADY OFF TO THE RACES!
Jake Mercer: ALL SHE CAN DO IS TURN FULLY AND FACE HIM AS HE LAUNCHES HIMSELF INTO THE AIR WITH THE BULLET FROM HELL!!!
Stew-O: AKIZA DIVES OUT OF THE WAY, BARELY AVOIDING DISASTER AS SHE ROLLS UNDER THE ROPES AND TO THE OUTSIDE! Man that was close! There may not be another elitist alive who is as explosive as Michael Machina. He’s the kind of competitor who continually impresses you with how much greater his physical abilities are than his contemporaries!
Flannery McCoy: Machina slides back to his feet, resting his arm on the middle rope as AKIZA takes a breath and takes stock against the apron, keeping her eyes glued to her opponent after such a breakneck exchange! It’s a tall order to ask a New Breed to try and keep up with Michael Machina, but she’s done well so far to keep things at a level pace, but whether she can keep that pace up is another question entirely.
Jake Mercer: This is a far more daunting opponent than AKIZA has ever had to beat before, and she’s taking the proper amount of caution to handle it so far. She slowly moves back onto the apron, keeping her gaze on Machina across the ring as she inches through the ropes, back into the ring.
Stew-O: Michael takes the down time to readjust his knee pad, not in the mood to give AKIZA a free target in this matchup. Both are back on their feet and ready to resume this match, marching into the center of the ring for the reset, and AKIZA is back to prodding with the arm.
Flannery McCoy: AKIZA is still trying to be proactive here, not wanting to be at the mercy of Michael’s strength and pace, BUT HE TAKES THE MATCH INTO HIS OWN HANDS IMMEDIATELY! HE LOWERS HIS SHOULDER AND CHARGES AKIZA BACK FIRST INTO THE CORNER, SLAMMING HER AGAINST THE TURNBUCKLE!
Jake Mercer: And that’s not all! He controls the waist as he backs away from the corner, and tosses AKIZA right over the top and to the center of the mat with an overhead belly-to-belly suplex! AKIZA rolls away, holding her back as Michael rolls to his feet!
Stew-O: He’s the favorite for a reason! Mike takes his time in rising to his feet, walking after AKIZA who is using the middle rope for support, but he grabs the waist again, looking for a stiff German suplex! AKIZA is dropped again, rolling onto her stomach as Michael takes a moment to settle.
Flannery McCoy: No one said this would be easy. Even with a little damage lingering from Territorial Invasion, he is just as lethal as ever, and AKIZA is getting her welcome to the EAW moment tonight! She’s remaining stubborn, pushing onto her feet, and rushing at Michael with a lariat, but he’s on top of it, lowering his shoulder and lifting AKIZA up and into the air with a big back body drop!
Jake Mercer: He got some crazy height with that one! And this time he’ll decide to drop into the cover, hooking the inside leg!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
Stew-O: Kick out! Emphatic but you can tell AKIZA is struggling to keep up with the offense on display by Michael Machina. She may be out of her depth tonight, but she’s refusing to say die just yet, and she may have to rely on that counter-based wrestling of hers to squeak a win out.
Flannery McCoy: We’ll have to see how she changes her approach, but Michael Machina doesn’t seem to be slowing down at this stage, returning to his feet in an instant, grasping the wrist of AKIZA as he pulls her to her feet, then up into the Gorilla press position! He’s got Heat’s Descent on the mind, but AKIZA is struggling up there!
Jake Mercer: She keeps a hold of the arm of Michael Machina, sending a slap to the point of the elbow just to try and weaken Machina’s grip, and it does! Michael wavers for just a moment, and AKIZA lands on her feet, catching him on the follow-through with a sharp back elbow to the side of the head! And a sharp kick to the side of the knee brings Michael Machina down to one knee!
Stew-O: AKIZA spots the positioning of Michael Machina and takes hold, placing him in a front facelock and pulls him to his feet, snapping back and planting Machina with a DDT! It’s not enough to justify making a pinfall attempt, but it’s enough to take a breather and take stock of the match so far and plan out the rest of this run.
Flannery McCoy: Back on her feet, AKIZA measures her options as she looks at the field. Her gaze settles on the corner, then turning to Machina who she immediately moves towards, helping him to his feet before laying in with an overhand chop! Machina stays still as AKIZA grabs the arm and look to whip him across the ring, but Machina holds on, keeping his feet bolted to the ring!
Jake Mercer: AKIZA raises her free hand and breaks the grip of the both of them, sending Machina’s arm down before LAYING IN WITH A STIFF FOREARM! That one landed flush, and Machina almost lost a step, giving AKIZA the opportunity to grab the arm and Irish whip him to the corner once and for all! Machina hits the corner and AKIZA follows through with a running big boot, sliding it across the face of Machina!
Stew-O: She’s building some momentum late now, not looking to step off the peddle for one second as she rushes across the ring, hitting the opposite corner before running back across at Machina with another boot—CAUGHT!
Flannery McCoy: Machina rushes out to meet her, pivoting and throwing AKIZA up and onto the top turnbuckle, followed by a big overhand right to stun her on the top! AKIZA leans back, dazed by the shot as Machina backs up a bit, and this crowd is lifting as he prepares for something insane!
Jake Mercer: HE RUNS UP AND LEAPS UP TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE, SHOWING ONE OF THE CRAZIEST VERTICALS YOU’LL EVER SEE! HE DOESN’T WASTE A MOTION UP THERE, LIFTING OFF AGAIN FOR A FRANKENSTEINER OFF THE TOP ROPE!
Stew-O: MACHINA FALLS—
Flannery McCoy: BUT AKIZA HANGS ON!
Jake Mercer: AKIZA HOLDS ONTO THE ROPES, KEEPING HERSELF BOLTED TO THE TOP AS MACHINA FALLS ONTO HIS KNEES, AND HE’S IMMEDIATELY FEELING IT, TRYING TO GET BACK UP BUT FORCED TO STAY DOWN MOMENTARILY! AKIZA SEES HER OPPORTUNITY NOW THOUGH!
Stew-O: HE STANDS TALL AND LEAPS INTO THE AIR, CONNECTING WITH A DOUBLE FOOTSTOMP TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD! MACHINA STAYS ON ONE KNEE, HOLDING HIS HEAD AS AKIZA LANDS ON HER FEET, TURNING TO MACHINA!
Flannery McCoy: SHE BACKS UP A STEP BEFORE RUNNING FORWARD, SWINGING HER BOOT IN THE AIR BEFORE BRINGING IT DOWN ON THE CROWN OF MACHINA’S HEAD! RED. HOT. DEVIATION!
Jake Mercer: AND SHE FALLS INTO THE COVER, HOOKING THE OUTSIDE LEG!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE—!
Stew-O: NO! MACHINA STILL POWERS OUT! THAT AXE KICK LANDED FLUSH BUT MACHINA IS JUST TOO TOUGH, KEEPING HIMSELF ALIVE, AND ALREADY BEGINS TO MOVE TO HIS FEET! AKIZA NEEDS TO CAPITALIZE NOW!
Flannery McCoy: AKIZA rolls to the corner, pulling herself up with the help of the ropes as she keeps her gaze glued to Machina in the center of the ring! She looks down and begins to pull the knee pad down to her boot, revealing the best weapon available! She stands tall, making sure to complete every step in her head first as Machina rises to one knee at the perfect moment! She rushes forward!
Jake Mercer: ARONDIGHT!
Stew-O: SPINEBUSTER!!!
Flannery McCoy: CAUGHT WITH A SPINEBUSTER IN THE CENTER OF THE RING! MACHINA’S EXPLOSIVITY DEFIES LOGIC ONCE AGAIN, AND HE IS FURIOUS! LOOK AT HIS FACE RIGHT NOW, ON THE VERGE OF DESTROYING EVERYONE IN THE VICINITY! THE ANGER THAT HAS BEEN FESTERING FOR MANY WEEKS NOW HAS NOT SUBSIDED! HELL, IT MAY HAVE EVEN GOTTEN WORSE AFTER HIS LOSS TO DRAKE KING!
Jake Mercer: CONJECTURE ASIDE, MACHINA IS REFUSING TO SLOW DOWN, RISING TO HIS FEET AND CALLING FOR THE END! WE KNOW WHAT COMES NEXT! WE KNOW WHAT FOLLOWS THAT SPINEBUSTER! A DAZED AKIZA IS BROUGHT UP AND PUT IN POSITION! HERE IT COMES, THE .50 CAL!
Stew-O: AKIZA STILL FIGHTS ON, DRIVING A 12-TO-6 ELBOW INTO THE DOME OF MICHAEL MACHINA, FORCING HIM TO FALTER AND DROP HER TO THE GROUND! AKIZA STUMBLES TO HER FEET, LOOKING TO CAPITALIZE-!
Flannery McCoy: A ONE STEP LARIAT BY MACHINA LAYS HER OUT! HE IS ONE STEP AHEAD AND ABSOLUTELY PULVERIZED HER WITH THAT LARIAT! THE MOMENTUM ALMOST CARRIED HER BACK TO HER FEET, UNCONSCIOUSLY CRAWLING TO THE CORNER AS MACHINA HITS THE OPPOSITE CORNER WITH AN IMMENSE FURY!
Jake Mercer: HE’S HUFFING AND PUFFING, LOOKING MORE LIKE A MONSTER THAN A MAN AS HE MEASURES AKIZA! SHE HAD BETTER SNAP OUT OF THIS QUICKLY, AND MACHINA LOOKS PRIMED AND POISED TO CUT HER DOWN ONCE AND FOR ALL, AND I DON’T THINK SHE CAN GET UP FROM THIS ONE!
Stew-O: SHE’S UP TO HER FEET, AND AKIZA CAN ONLY TURN AROUND AND FACE HER DOOM AS MACHINA ROCKETS OUT OF THE CORNER! THE BULLET FROM HELL CONNECTS!
Flannery McCoy: WHAT?!
Jake Mercer: SWORD CUTLAS! SWORD CUTLAS CONNECTS! AKIZA FEINTS THE BIG BOOT AND SWINGS WILDLY WITH THE BACK ELBOW, CATCHING MICHAEL RIGHT OVER THE EAR, CRASHING INTO HIS SKULL! MACHINA IS ON JELLY LEGS AS AKIZA STANDS HER GROUND IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!
Stew-O: MACHINA, IN A WILD DAZE, FALLS AGAINST THE ROPES, BOUNCING OFF OF THEM…OH MY GOD! HE PICKS UP SPEED OFF THE ROPES!
Flannery McCoy: BULLET FROM HELL!!!
Jake Mercer: IT CONNECTS! HE FIGHTS OUT OF THE DAZE FROM THE SWORD CUTLAS TO CUT AKIZA IN HALF WITH THE BULLET FROM HELL! COUNT TO ONE HUNDRED, THIS ONE’S OVER! MACHINA HOOKS THE LEG!
ONEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
(DING! DING! DING!)
(The crowd erupts with cheers as Machina rolls off her, with “Apostle’s Warning” by Mobb Deep resumes. Machina rubs his jaw as he moves to the ropes, getting back on his feet as the referee rushes to raise his hand.)
Stephie Love: YOUR WINNER…MICHAEL MACHINA!
Stew-O: A decisive win for Michael Machina in need of a reset after his close loss at Territorial Invasion. He came here to put himself right back in the conversation for the best on Dynasty and he did so emphatically, knocking down a New Breed with a lot of momentum at her back!
Flannery McCoy: AKIZA put up an excellent fight to even keep up with Machina for so long, but in the end his explosivity was just too much to handle. It’s not a loss to be mad at, but that just shows the level of intensity and ability between Machina and the average elitist!
(Machina rolls under the ropes after ripping away from the referee, frustration still staining his face as he sits on the apron, running his hands over his face, his arms shaking as his nails dig into the apron. An official moves over to check on him, but he is quick to brush him off, dropping off the apron and walking off, leaving the ring as the match comes to a close and Dynasty transitions elsewhere.)
(A commercial plays for House of Glass.)
(The Friday Night Dynasty video feed fades to a panning view of the EAW Universe live in attendance before ‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage began blaring through the speakers to monumental boos. Drake King sauntered out from behind the stage curtains, World Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist, with an infuriatingly smug expression plastered across his face; he spreads his arms out wide at the center of the stage, basking in his own divinity, before making his way down the ramp towards the ring.)
Stephie Love: PLEASE WELCOME AT THIS TIME… He is the World Heavyweight Champion, ‘Our Father, who art in Heaven’, DRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAKE! KIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING!
(Drake King calmly stepped into the ring, clasping a microphone in his hand, and waited for his theme song to fade; as it did, the only volume that remained was the booing of the fans. Drake did not look surprised, nor did he look perturbed; God has grown accustomed to the subjects of his savior’s mission to return his ‘magnanimity’ with disdain. He simply waited for them to tire themselves out before he began to speak.)
Drake King: Worry not… I forgive you all. The relentless anger you all display towards me, it is not altogether surprising with the likes of Michael Machina becoming the fixture that he has. But before tonight’s main event begins, I am here for a reason… I tell you the truth, I am here to impart a lesson upon you all, whether you are willing to accept it in the present or in the future.
Drake King: This is a lesson that I have tried to teach everyone for quite some time, but the events of Territorial Invasion have only served to reinforce my point. Anger is a blindfold; it is a vice that a sinner like Machina would happily tie around his own eyes, only to curse the rest of us for the world being so dark. A man consumed with wrath only ever has vision for one thing, and it is the subject of his hatred; he locks onto it and marches forth, completely unaware that he’s walking off the edge of a cliff. Then when he falls off, he’ll convince himself that the wind he feels pelting his face is a sign that he’s getting closer to his goal.
(Drake King shakes his head, pitying Machina.)
Drake King: I did tell him, just as I’ve told all of you. I told him plainly, publicly, and explicitly about the error of his ways, and I did so with far more kindness than he deserved. You can lead a horse to the water but you cannot teach it to drink… you cannot teach it that dehydrating yourself out of spite is the epitome of folly.
Drake King: He did not listen, for his ears were consumed with his own deafening roars. Everything he did to me leading up to Territorial Invasion, every word that came out of his mouth, it was all derived from acts of anger. The biggest demonstration of this is when he put his hands on Mark Abraham, someone who absolutely should not have been touched in the slightest. The question to be asked is… how did Machina benefit from indulging in the sin of wrath?
Drake King: He did not benefit at all. No redemption from Pain for Pride, no vengeance against the God he heretically proclaims to be delusional, and not the World Heavyweight Championship. All he earned himself was his own downfall, just as I promised him; I told him this was not going to work out, and it did not. I told him he would receive retribution for his sins, and he did. Now he is left right back at square one, forced to confront himself as to where it all went wrong as he tries to dig himself out of the rubble he brought upon himself.
Drake King: How sorrowful; it did not have to end this way if he had just opened his mind and heart to God. He could have been working on making the world a better place by making HIMSELF better, but at the end of the day, he simply did not want to get better. Vengeance was too heavy a burden for a simple man like Machina to have carried, and that is why he crumbled beneath its weight; leave the righteous retaliation to God’s judgement, Machina, for only He can avoid letting rage and anger consume His path.
Drake King: No matter how much the sinners of the world have tried to stack the deck against God, I have not lost my composure, I have never allowed emotions to lead me astray from the righteous path, and above all else I have not succumbed to temptation. I have remained the calmest man in the building, for such is the nature of God. What I enact in the ring is not the sin of wrath, but judgement. God’s judgement is absolute and unerring.
Drake King: Have I imparted the necessity of listening to and obeying God well enough tonight? I hope so, because I now relay this message to the rest of the Dynasty roster. Listen very carefully to me; my benevolence does not extend to those that have erred to the point of ending up in the ring against me, and certainly not when you come with greed and envy in your heart for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Drake King: The Eternal Above spreads wide its arms, opening itself to those who pursue a better world with sincerity in their hearts; there is where you will find my benevolence, for all who have felt maligned by this world in desperate need of a savior. You can be given a loving home with forgiveness, if only you have the humility to believe in God and do what is needed.
Drake King: I say this… and yet, I must think to myself whether it is even worthwhile for anyone to think they can strike me down in pursuit of the World Heavyweight Championship. It has been nearly four months since Pain for Pride took place, and to my grave disappointment, my eyes can only see turmoil, anxiety, and anger reflected back when I gaze upon the roster. More than that; in this tempest of negativity, I see a primary cause being the incompetence of Tyrone Montgomery who has only served to stoke the fires of disarrayment.
Drake King: Week after week, this roster consumes itself in the seemingly perpetual throes of sin and suffering, so WHERE, amidst it all, will there emerge someone who could even dare to think of striking at God? Those who can hardly sleep at night because they remain busy counting all who have wronged them? Those who spend every waking hour at another’s throat in an attempt to get ahead and put others down? All I see are more Michael Machinas who run headfirst into despair, with Tyrone doing more to exacerbate the issue than resolve it.
Drake King: Of course, God knew from the very start that Tyrone was ill-equipped for the position that he has been inserted into; I always know from long before. Such is the nature of omniscience. It is reassuring, though, to see that the rest of the world is finally starting to catch up on what I have already held to be a self-evident truth. I never had an ounce of respect for him and I never pretended otherwise.
(It has been quite a bit of gloomy talk thus far, but suddenly, a serene smile appeared on God’s face as he spread out one of His arms with the other still holding the microphone up to His mouth.)
Drake King: BUT. Hear me now, all of you, and hear me well. God implores you to ignore and reject the temptation to resign yourself to this despair; throw such thoughts away, and replace them with unfettered and unadulterated FAITH! Do not hold fear for the state of the world, for faith in God will bring you salvation. I am – as I always have been – working tirelessly to make the world a better place, and all I require from my people is undying faith.
Drake King: The main event resides just around the corner, and it is designed to designate the next individual who will challenge God. In other words, whoever emerges victorious will become imbued with the very transgression that Machina received judgement for; that is, if any of the competitors are worthy to secure such a victory in the first place. It does not matter at the end of the day; all that matters is the Father, who keeps His arms outstretched, awaiting you all to embrace him and the truth once and for all.
(‘When Darkness Falls’ by Killswitch Engage began blaring through the speakers upon that statement, with Drake King outstretching his other arm and once again simply basking in his divinity whilst being pelted with unyielding boos from the EAW Universe. The video feed lingered on the scene before fading to black.)
(A commercial plays for Control: Resonant, featuring Jon Kelton.)
(The camera cuts to Stephie Love in the ring.)
Stephie Love: The following main event contest is scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!
(‘Razorface’ by Celldweller can be heard across the speakers as the audience allows for their mixed reactions to be heard, with David Gideon Smith emerging from the back. His face remains obstructed from view with his cloak, as he methodically paces down the ramp with his gaze set toward the ring.)
Stephie Love: Introducing first! From Omaha, Nebraska, weighing in at 245 pounds… ‘THE SOVEREIGN’, DAVID GIDEOOOOOOOOOOOON SMITH!!!
Stew-O: David Gideon Smith has remained an elitist to watch out for in this season, as he has been frequenting competition against all kinds of facets across EAW, conquering many in order to find himself with this opportunity here to challenge Drake King!
(‘The End’ by the Doors can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as Yanni Killebrew makes his way out from the back and to the ramp, as the audience responds in mixed responses while he steadies his focus on the ring, walking down the ramp soon after.)
Stephie Love: And his opponent! From Woodstock, New York, weighing in at 220 pounds… ‘THE BASILICK KING’, YANNIIIIIIIIII KILLEBREW!!!
Flannery McCoy: Yanni has quite the opportunity for himself to garner here in a big way! To be able to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship this early on would make plenty of good on his path toward pushing himself all the more!
(‘Kendrick, Clae & Cole’ by Marqus Clae can be heard blaring throughout the speakers as the audience responds receptively well for NICK, who is able to emerge nodding along to his music subtly as he is confident as ever, trekking down the ramp.)
Stephie Love: And their opponent! From Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 215 pounds… THE PUNISHER, NIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!
Jake Mercer: And look at this dude right here! Just exuding all of the confidence in the world ahead of what can be the biggest opportunity of his own career! If he can make the most out of this, he finds himself with a title match that’ll give him all of the potential to explore!
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stew-O: And we’re off! Triple threat action is officially underway as we have the #1 Contender for the World Heavyweight Championship! NICK, Yanni Killebrew & David Gideon Smith all squaring off right here—AS YANNI SPRAWLS THROUGH WITH A EUROPEAN UPPERCUT! NICK is sent spiralling through the ropes & onto the ringside floor! Killebrew is quickly motioning upward as now David finds himself wide eyed, looking toward Yanni with quickness as he’s now rushing forward with every sense of taking Yanni down as he seeks out this BOOT—
Flannery McCoy: YANNI DUCKS UNDER THE BOOT! David is keeping himself steady as he catches himself at the ropes, quickly turning back around AS YANNI LANDS A STRONG EUROPEAN UPPERCUT AGAIN! Now David is rocked into the corner, with Yanni refusing to let up from here, as each and every single forearm is sprawling into David with as much pressure as he can possibly put behind each strike! David is able to use his own size to his advantage as he shoves Yanni back, causing Yanni to motion back while refusing to slow down, rushing back toward David!
Jake Mercer: BEFORE NICK MOTIONS TOWARD YANNI WITH A SPINNING BACK ELBOW! Yanni is caught off guard as he falters down, clutching his own head as NICK is now turning himself toward David, refusing to let up in his own right as he’s now rushing ahead for a LEAPING ELBOW SMASH INTO THE CORNER—BUT DAVID IS ABLE TO MOVE OUT OF THE WAY! NICK collides with the corner as he’s now motioning away to keep himself steady while trying not to stray from what’s important here—
Stew-O: ‘TILL DAVID HOISTS NICK UP & INTO A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX!! NICK is briefly staggered for the moment as this can end up going all the more wrong if they are unable to weather the storm, with David keeping himself ready as NICK is now dazed while motioning on over to the corner. David follows him right to the corner, and he doesn’t seem to be refraining from all of the pressure, as a MASSIVE PUNT across the abdomen is sent into NICK! And another kick! And another one! David is not here to let up, keeping the kicking all the more of a problem for NICK here as he does not look to be letting up for a second!
Flannery McCoy: As Gideon Smith is simply not letting up, only just now halting the attack to keep his pace steady as to not gas himself out so early into the match—‘TILL NICK SUDDENLY PULLS DAVID INTO THE CORNER, AND NAILS BODY BLOWS!!! David felt every single bit of each punch! NICK is now mounting up all the more, as more hooks follow suit! And another jab!!! Another hook!!! David is being placed in the worst of it here, as NICK is just not looking to relent for all that it’s possibly worth, Gideon Smith remaining backed up in the corner!
Jake Mercer: AS YANNI NAILS A LEAPING ELBOW STRIKE OF HIS OWN!!! NICK IS SENT INTO GIDEON SMITH!!! NICK & David are staggering away from the corner as they’re clutching onto their own heads, trying to shake off being rattled to hell & back after that collision of skulls! Yanni is now motioning through the ropes, refusing to let up as both men are teetering while Killebrew knows that he has his opportunity to dish out some serious damage right now, BEFORE MOTIONING TO THE TOP TURNBUCKLE!
Stew-O: WITH ‘LEAP OF FAITH’ ONTO DAVID!!! NICK EVADES DISASTER IN TIME!!! David is immediately clutching onto his own face as he rolls himself out of the ring, with Yanni pushing himself back up while NICK is trying to recover as quickly as possible! But Yanni has his eyes set back onto NICK, nodding to himself as he knows that he’s in control for the moment, looking to maintain said control as he’s now rushing back toward NICK with just as much HE CAN TO NAIL THE ‘AFTERIMAGE’ BOOT—
Flannery McCoy: NICK SIDESTEPS—AND THE HEAD & SHOULDERS SUPLEX SPIKES YANNI DOWN!!! Yanni felt every single bit of that as his head whipped downward following the impact of the suplex, dropping himself down against the corner of the ring while NICK is now treading away, glaring toward Yanni while he’s down as he looks to place all of the pressure back in his direction! NICK is now rushing himself forward while Yanni is unable to get himself out of the way!
Jake Mercer: AS THE MUDHOLE STOMPS ARE TEEING OFF ONTO YANNI’S CHEST!!! The wind is getting knocked out of Yanni’s sails here as he’s now trailing away, trying to get himself back together as he doesn’t want to stay down for long while NICK is able to keep himself mobile! NICK is now nodding to himself, seeing that Yanni is heaving & grabbing onto the rope to try to pull himself back up, as NICK is rushing the ropes, and now RUSHING BACK TOWARD HIS FOR OWN RUNNING EUROPEAN UPPERCUT!!!!
Stew-O: YANNI MOVES—AND DAVID CATCHES NICK WITH AN OPEN PALM STRIKE OVER HIS NECK FROM THE APRON!! NICK is staggered against the ropes after Yanni was able to move out of the way from disaster on both ends, with David now keeping himself on the apron as he takes a hold of NICK’s hair… AND NOW IS ABLE TO DELIVER SNAKE EYES RIGHT OVER THE ROPES!! NICK remains in a state of disarray while David is motioning himself through the ropes—
Flannery McCoy: SPINNING ELBOW FROM YANNI CATCHES DAVID WHILE HE TRIED GOING THROUGH THE ROPES!! David is in his own state of flux here as Yanni is holding onto his head after bringing it downward, and doesn’t seem to be all too interested in slowing the pace down here as he’s now able to spike David’s skull into the canvas with a SNAP DRAGON SUPLEX!! David crumples down onto the mat while clutching onto his skull, rolling himself away as Yanni is now eyeing NICK, looking to garner some get back here from the suplex!
Jake Mercer: AS HE APPLIES THE CROSSFACE!!! NICK IS BEING KEPT AT BAY HERE! Yanni is applying as much pressure into the foot against his neck as he possibly can, not refraining from doing whatever it will take to ensure that he is being kept at bay to the most considerable degree. Yanni can hold onto this for as long as he would like, with NICK not being given any room to breathe let alone try to move for himself, this may turn out rather ugly for him sooner rather than later if this persists! BUT NOW DAVID IS RUSHING FORWARD WITHOUT SLOWING DOWN!
Stew-O: AS YANNI EVADES A RUNNING BOOT! Yanni motioned away as he let go of NICK, who’s clutching onto his own jaw while David is turning back toward Yanni Killebrew—WHO DROPS HIM WITH A POP-UP EUROPEAN UPPERCUT ACROSS THE JAW! David drops to a knee as now Yanni is able to get himself going all the more, rushing past David & toward the ropes, LOOKING FOR THE LARIAT TO FOLLOW UP—
Flannery McCoy: DAVID CAUGHT HIS ARM AND SPINS HIM AROUND—BEFORE SPIKING HIM ONTO THE CANVAS WITH A SPINNING SPINEBUSTER FOR HIS TROUBLES!!! David is able to get himself back around in this match, now motioning himself over toward Yanni, as he seems to be signalling for the moment to come! David has taken himself to the corner… As he’s lying in wait, looking to garner the measure necessary as he’s not looking to slow himself down here…
Jake Mercer: As he steadies up, before looking to rush himself toward Yanni, as he wants the ‘BLACK BLADE’—NICK BEAMS OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A LEAPING CLOTHESLINE THAT TAKES DAVID DOWN! David is immediately knocked for a loop as now NICK is pushing himself upward, nodding to himself vigorously as he understands how there will be plenty of more from where that came from! NICK is now dragging David upward, and not looking to slow himself down, AS HE INITIATES THE BUTTERFLY SUPLEX!!!
Stew-O: AND TAKES HIM DOWN!!! IMMENSE STRENGTH—BUT YANNI POUNCES ONTO NICK! Yanni is sending repeated elbows, refusing to be caught by any means as NICK is trying to ensure that there’s no way for Killebrew to break him down, AS NICK SENDS AN ELBOW ACROSS THE TEMPLE OF YANNI!! Yanni grits his teeth in response, as NICK is now pulling him directly into place—WITH A NORTHERN LIGHTS SUPLEX RIGHT ONTO DAVID!!! Yanni clutches onto his abdomen as David is laid out, with NICK hooking the leg on David!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Flannery McCoy: NO! NOT ENOUGH! David kicks out—AS NICK IS QUICK ON THE ATTACK! He’s sending repeated elbows across the back of Gideon Smith’s head while he’s simply trying to pull himself back up! NICK is refusing to relent back from here, sending the forearms with as much force as he can while David is backed up against the ropes! Gideon Smith will have to resort to quite the much needed risk here if he wants to get himself out of this—AS NICK IS NOW LOOKING TO CLOTHESLINE DAVID—
Jake Mercer: SMITH DUCKS AS NICK TURNS BACK AROUND—AND DAVID TACKLES NICK OUT OF THE RING ALONG WITH HIMSELF!!! They’re both crashing down from over the ropes and onto the floor in a hitch! This doesn’t look like it’ll be too good for either of them if they can’t recover quickly enough, as now both David & NICK are finding their way through the daze that they must both be feeling! Nothing to hold back from as David sends a KNEE across his abdomen!
Stew-O: NICK returns fire with an emphatic ELBOW across his jaw!!! David returns back with a PUNCH square across the jaw!!! Both men are refusing to give in, not letting themselves be taken off the mantle for as long as they’re able to keep all of this pressure applied while they’re both still standing! The chop! The punch! These exchanges refuse to slow down—‘TILL YANNI CAN BE SEEN SPRAWLING THROUGH!
Flannery McCoy: WITH A SUICIDE DIVE ONTO BOTH MEN!!!! YANNI JUST DOVE ONTO THEM WITHOUT MUCH AVAIL!!! They’re all down as Yanni is able to get himself moving again, seeing that he has much of the adrenaline now running through him without a hitch! Yanni is taking a hold of NICK, and he’s pushing him back into the ring as now he knows not to slow down from here! NICK is staggering around!
Jake Mercer: NICK is able to keep himself conscious enough, able to collect himself a bit more in order to raise himself up to a steady knee, refusing to keep himself down while Yanni seems to have other plans in mind here, looking to make all of this count in turn by rushing toward him—WITH THE ‘AFTERIMAGE’ NOW LANDING FLUSH ACROSS NICK’S TEMPLE!!! Yanni is quick to hook the leg as the referee is now counting away!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Stew-O: NICK KICKS OUT—WHICH LEADS TO YANNI APPLYING THE CROSSFACE!!!! Yanni is taking no chances tonight!!! NICK is trapped in the submission as he’s struggling to get himself together after just being able to kick out! Killebrew is trying to make the most out of this as NICK is still being as resilient as he possibly can be, steadying himself up onto his feet and not looking to get himself away from where he wants to be!
Flannery McCoy: But Yanni is refusing to let go! he’s trying to keep NICK trapped in as much of the pain as it’ll take to ensure that he can walk out of this with a secured win under his own mantle! NICK is trying to move despite being trapped, despite being unable to pry Yanni away in this moment where each second is ticking down—
Jake Mercer: ‘TILL DAVID IS RIPPING YANNI AWAY FROM NICK—AND HE PLANTS HIM DOWN WITH FORCE THROUGH AN ‘ENDBRINGER’!!! THE BACKBREAKER!!! GIDEON SMITH COVERS FROM THERE!!!
ONEEEEEEEEEEE!!!
TWOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!
THREEEEEEEEEEEEE—
Stew-O: NO! NOT ENOUGH!!! David is trying to keep himself steady as he’s now rising back upward, taking a hold of Yanni as he’s now looking to ensure that the end is coming right along sooner rather than later, and he’s not slowing himself down as all of this continues to push the pace as much as he can IS HE IS LOOKING FOR THE ‘SOVEREIGN’ GANSO—
Flannery McCoy: YANNI ROLLS DAVID DOWNWARD WITH AN ARM DRAG TO HALT THE STALL! David is quickly motioning upward now, not looking to be deterred from the result that he needs to obtain as he’s now rushing back toward Yanni and LOOKING TO SWING—
Jake Mercer: YANNI DUCKS UNDER—AND INTO A LARIAT FROM NICK!!! YANNI IS TURNED INSIDE OUT AS HE ROLLS AWAY! NICK TURNS TOWARD DAVID AND LOOKS FOR SPINNING ELBOW—WITH DAVID DUCKING THE SWING AS THEY ARE EACH MOTIONING AHEAD OF ONE ANOTHER!!!
Stew-O: BACK TOWARD ONE ANOTHER—AS NICK CATCHES HIM WITH A LEG LARIAT!!!! David Gideon Smith is down!! NICK is now motioning himself over, nodding to himself as he’s taking a strong grasp of his arms here, as he’s looking to mount up with the ‘STOMP THE STUPID OUT’!!! REPEATED STOMPS FIRING DOWN INTO DAVID AS HE HAS NO WAY OUT OF THE PRESSURE! NICK IS SIMPLY FIRING AWAY! He could be motioning closer to the victory here!
Flannery McCoy: And Yanni is stirring as NICK lets go, with David wiping the blood away from his lip with a steady grin! He’s seemingly welcoming all of the pressure here as he is nodding to the force being put out by NICK! He’s egging him on! And now NICK seems to be inclined to continue, as he wants to win this just as much as and then some for the chance to become Number One Contender! NICK IS LOOKING TO INVOKE AS MUCH WITH ‘SPINBACK—
Jake Mercer: WHAT THE HELL?!?!?
(The audience is rather shocked as a swarm of uniquely robed, masked men storm the arena, sprawling across the environment from the ramp to the barricades, as cameramen and officials are motioning away whine they make their targets known.)
Stew-O: THESE ARE THE FOLLOWERS OF DRAKE KING! THEY ARE ALL EQUIPPED WITH THE WEARS THAT ARE ONLY ASSOCIATED WITH THE WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! AND THEY SEEM TO BE TARGETING YANNI AT RINGSIDE, BEATING HIM DOWN IN MASS!
Flannery McCoy: NO! NICK IS TRYING TO KNOCK A GOON OFF FROM THE APRON—BUT HE’S THEN TACKLED DOWN BY AT LEAST FOUR MORE! BEING BEATEN DOWN BY THE MANY THAT ARE JUST SWARMING HIM!!!
Jake Mercer: AND THEY SEEMINGLY DRAG DAVID OUT OF THE RING AS WELL!!!! SWARMING ALL OVER SMITH WITH THE STOMPS AND PUNCHES THAT DON’T SEEM TO BE LETTING UP! WHAT THE HELL IS DRAKE PLANNING???
(As the beatdown upon all three men continues—and soon before long, Drake King can be seen stood at the ramp with the World Heavyweight Championship around his waist, with a very low grin on his face as an official has no choice but to call for the bell.)
(DING! DING! DING!)
Stephie Love: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has been labeled… A NO CONTEST.
(The boos begin to rain down on the result being announced, as Drake is given a microphone by one of his men, in no need to return the glance as he retrieves the microphone and speaks accordingly.)
Drake King: NICK. Gideon Smith. Killebrew. Unfortunately, I cannot in good faith, ever deem either of you to be particularly worthy of this moment. In order to contend yourself against the sole truth of this world, the one who must lead all of us into the most prosperous, secure time that we can have… ‘God’, cannot be sullied by the unworthy…
(David exhales sharply.)
Drake King: I expect, better competition…
(Drake hands off the microphone, as he turns himself around, and motions toward the back—)
???: I don’t think so, champ’!
(The audience cheers as Tyrone Montgomery can be seen emerging from the back, shaking his own head as Drake is glaring toward Tyrone with his eyes squinting.)
Tyrone Montgomery: ‘Cause now you’ve got a whole other problem coming! You think YOU get to decide who deserves to face you, after this match was organized to find a solution to that in the first place?? Yeah, you’re out of your damn mind here, Drake King. So here’s what’s gonna happen!
(Tyrone points to the ring.)
Tyrone Montgomery: Because of YOU, you won’t have to worry about looking far. You’ve got NICK… you’ve got Yanni Killebrew… you’ve got David Gideon Smith… you’re getting ALL OF ‘EM at House of Glass! For the World Heavyweight Championship!!!
(The audience cheers loudly in response to the announcement, as Drake simply stands there, his eyes closing as his head rises upward.)
Drake King: ……….
(Drake proceeds to purse his lips in mediated disgruntlement, with an elongated breath as he steadies himself toward the back. Yanni is glaring toward Drake with heavy conviction, as NICK has a small nod following the announcement and David is grinning widely while clutching his jaw, all banged up—but driven to make the most out of a future opportunity, as the scene soon fades.)
(EAW logo buzzes…)
